Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.